My first pen
held
a disposable
plastic cartridge
filled with ink.
An abandoned
inkwell hole
gaped at the
right front corner
of each school desk.
My father’s
special
dip pen
languished
in a drawer.
I wonder
if children
of the future
will have
pencils.
©2016, Ontheland
Ontheland 
I wouldn’t worry about a pencil, they will not be able to read cursive writing. I had one young man ask me what language I was writing in. I looked at him with shock on my face, “English of course”, I replied.
“I can’t read that kind of writing, we never learned it”. I could not believe what I was hearing.
“Are you kidding me”!!! I said.
“No”.
“My nine year old granddaughter can read cursive writing”.
“Well we were never taught it in school”.
I guess my note books will be considered hieroglyphics a hundred years from now.
They won’t even know what a fountain pen is. How sad is that….I wonder how they will sign a legal document? Will they print their name or just type it, then check a box stating it is truly them.
How will the be able to read all of the documents our forefathers wrote when this country was started.
Soon I will be able to use cursive writing as a code. :o)
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What a great question.
And your poem, always so thoughtful and heartfelt-Marvelous!
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